Going Incognito this year. Here’s why.
Last week at Erin’s anniversary party, a woman walked up to me and said: “I know you from somewhere. What’s your name? Where have we met?” I looked blank. A mystery.
After going through all possibilities – kids’ ages, soccer, church, schools, work – we decided to share contact info and re-start a maybe, one-time, old friendship. One thing for sure: we could talk each other under the table, and if not friends before, I enjoyed getting acquainted with a fellow redhead. Here’s my new-old-best friend with Erin:
Why did she remember and I didn’t? (Besides the obvious – I’m older.) I couldn’t remember, red hair and all.
Here’s a possibility, a hopeful possibility: maybe she didn’t remember me — maybe she remembered Jesus in me. Maybe (just maybe) His impression stuck with her–something like a fragrance connected with a face (or an aroma connected with a kitchen.)
We all like to be remembered. If not our name, at least our face. But this new year, this year of 2018 — I don’t want to be remembered for me. I want to go Incognito. For Jesus. No more Moore as in Sue Moore Donaldson.
If I come to mind in anyone’s mind, I want them thinking: “Hmm. I don’t recall her name. She reminds me of something or Someone.” I do want them thinking: “Boy, I like being around her. It’s not her, though, it’s more than that.”
Surprise! It’s Jesus!
I want to get out of God’s way and let Him show up through me.
No longer me, but Jesus in and through me. Not recognized in a crowd, ushered to the front row or given the special seat. I want to spread the Good News in a way others forget I’m there.
Incognito. My word-for-the year. It’s something I do and it’s a posture I take. “Here, God, here’s my life – do what You like. And may others know it’s You, not me.”
This isn’t something I crank up on my own. It’s not a one time deal–rather, a daily offering of all I am (not much) to all He is (enough.)
I want to be like these men and women who lived incognito for God, by attitude and deed.
Like John the Baptist who said, “He must increase, but I must decrease.”
Like Esther who said, “I will go to the king…and if I perish, I perish.”
Like Paul who said, “May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
Like Mary who said, “I am the Lord’s maidservant, ready to serve.”
Like Ruth who said, “Your people will be my people, your God, my God.”
Like Isaiah who said, “Here am I, Lord, send me.”
Like David who said, “You come against me with sword and spear, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty.”
Can you think of others off the top of your head? I’m reading through the Bible this year. I’m sure to find more.
People are desperate for light and love. I don’t want to get in the way of them finding it and Him.
Carlie asked me what’s my verse for the year. Here’s a good one:
And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for Him who died for them and was raised again.
II Corinthians 5:15 NIV
I’ll make it my battle cry: to no longer live for myself, but for Him who died and was raised again. (But I’ll cry it into my pillow and into my new heated throw from Costco and onto my journal — not too loudly, though, unless God says it’s time to make some noise. I don’t want to make a fuss–unless God tells me to make a fuss.)
Carlie – maybe I need a song for the year. How about: “This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine…” All together now.
Interested in the Word-of-the-Year idea? Check out Claire Diaz-Ortiz for her great thoughts on the topic. Claire’s got three kids under three including twins–her word this year is SLOW. Sounds about right.
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